When the sun that rose to the sky was almost at its apex.
This is Wangdu's Pilot's School. It is a state-established facility to train knight pilots.
The main one would be a large auditorium with a large space inside. Four magic formations about ten metres in diameter were depicted on the floor, and the students' manipulative little knights echoed the spear.
"There it is!
A mock cockpit set up on the outside of the Demon Square, says a female student about twenty years old.
A remotely man-made golem about a metre tall flashed a sword. The opponent, Golem, who was slapped by the hanging, stopped the fall motion from his back.
"Winner, red!
Judge's instructor declares.
The victorious female student takes a seat after a gratuity and wipes a clear sweat scratched on her forehead with the back of her hand.
Moments later, a low groan called 'Whoa' leaks from the men who were watching the practice game.
Students as well as instructors were included, probably because the figure of an instructional light patrol teacher wearing a knee tight skirt was all that destructive.
"I'm next."
It was Mr. Cool who spoke to Teaching Light Patrol Sensei and arrived in the mock cockpit instead.
Now defeat the opponent without taking the time to give up your seat to the next student. Again, even at this time, there was a voice from the men.
(... you're too strong. What the hell is this)
I was watching a practice match, the redhead threesome knitting scab girl exhales.
Instructional Light Patrol teacher is a special blow from the recirculation. Mr. Cool deals small damage if there is a gap and knocks him down with his cumulative.
Different types were unbeatable.
The only time that soil falls on either of them is when the two of them compete.
What do you mean, you work for your three families?
The three houses are the finest whorehouses the King's Capital boasts: Casabel, Sione and Jayanne.
It is an admirable place to work for many women, and for many men as well, it is a dream store to go to one day.
The only person who can be comparable to his position there would be the pilot of the Knights of the Kingdom.
(Heaven gives two or three things)
Running at the head of the people who want to do one thing and even the other.
A red-haired threesome braided girl with a mixed gaze of envy and jealousy, but she's not in much of a position to say either.
Even though he's a junior, he works in a whorehouse. And 'I have the talent of a pilot', because the Knights advised me to go to pilots' school.
(Um, well, I'm nothing, I don't have to be in the Knights of the Kingdom)
"Regular Practice Exams" taking place in the fall. So if you get within fourth place, you can participate in the training of the Knights of the Kingdom, and if recognized, you can join the group in the sunshine.
It's the final point the students aspire to, but she doesn't want that much.
Because the Knights of the Kingdom are a group of combat experts. Because the exchange of life becomes the main business.
(For the future, if you can acquire the skill of golem manipulation, it will suffice)
as the owner of a workshop, farm, or regular golem carriage. Not bad. You'll hire me on a salary.
To do that, I want to keep my grades there.
(I've been winning and losing a lot lately, so I have to work hard)
Though I've climbed in the beginner, intermediate and running legs, the results of the mock battle have not been fragrant since I entered the advanced class.
When I look at the measures, I see a thin young man on the line, her regular customer, behind my brain.
(hehe)
Unknowingly loose cheeks.
That he's a knight mechanic in a merchant guild, he won an earlier junior whorehouse joint event. As a prize, I wanted to play with her.
(I can't believe you can always meet me at the store, but you even bothered to pick me over there)
She likes herbal mechanics herself.
Even though you can't drink alcohol, you can taste the extract of a man as' booze 'in the lower throat of a redhead threesome called' alcoholic 'by a colleague.
(Shit, if I remember, I'm dying to drink it)
A high degree of flavour similar to that of fire alcohol is revived, and the throat of the lower abdomen squeaks with cum.
Hi. Since that prize play day, the fire I lit on my body hasn't gone out.
(I got it before I played, maybe because of the massage)
It's at the hands of a man in a golden mask.
Really good, very relaxed. So much so that he accepted it deeper than usual and drank it directly with his mouth in the back.
(I didn't stretch his, mine came down)
A slight swelling in the abdomen, specific to women. I think I'm holding it down with my hands.
It was a touch of a lie or a truth or a 'doctor slime', but maybe not. When I only took it once before, it was because I had a feeling of fear that I would melt away.
(Talk to your brother in Fire Liquor. A knight mechanic should be familiar with a knight, and even though it's a toy, it's enough to win a cane shootout, so he seems to know about the fight)
The alcoholic child who shakes his head gently to the left and right and turns his consciousness to the point.
If we could have a common topic with him, the conversation would be fun and exciting.
(Advice would make you want to hear the results)
And on the spot, another new consultation. I'm sure he'll come through more often than not now.
(Yeah, yeah, good idea while I'm at it)
More and more looking forward to seeing you, the alcoholic child who can't wait physically and mentally. I noticed it was an extreme inner crotch in front of me unknowingly, blushing my cheeks and glancing around.
(It's okay)
He made sure no one was watching, coughed up and stretched his spine.
The women working at the whorehouse cut up their practice at school before noon to leave for the store in the afternoon.
The Pilot's School is extreme results-oriented, so nobody has anything to blame.
After lunch, the students were killing time in the corner of the auditorium until the afternoon practice game began.
"... do it."
A young man sitting on the floor with his back on the wall sighs as he looks up at a tall dome ceiling with stone wrapped around an arch.
What's on your mind are two female students working in your three households.
"You should go to the store. I'm sure it'll give you a taste of the finest experience of your life."
A classmate sitting in the same way tells me, 'You can't have that kind of money!' and the young man returning it.
Pilots are highly paid, but they are only 'Pilot's Eggs'. You don't get paid anywhere just to go to school.
Two people breathed heavily all together. A middle-aged instructor stops in front of him and opens his mouth with a gaze from above.
"I have an appointment tonight."
We have plenty of conversation alone, touched, and held.
Young people who stand in colour and wake themselves up to the word.
"Those who seem gentle and those who feel cold. Which bothered me, but you seem gentle first."
It must be about Teaching Little Inspector. Mr. Cool can't make an appointment because he doesn't take anything other than his first one, but the middle-aged instructor doesn't know it yet.
To the two who repent in an atmosphere that is likely to shed tears of blood, an irrepressible grin is brought to the edge of their mouths.
"So hurry up, you guys, and become Knights. If you're single, you can go through as much as you want."
Oh, my God, it's one of the kingdom's most expensive pickups. There is no lie in the words of the middle-aged instructor who went on to do so.
Because his affiliation is with the Knights of the Kingdom and he is temporarily sent to the Pilot's School.
By the way, this old man is a wife belt man. Therefore, it is about payday that I can go to your three houses.
"Damn! I'll do it! I'm going through every day and I'm going to work for the Knights from the whorehouse!
Young people who can't contain their feelings and scream.
The middle-aged instructor was delighted to stir up the motivation of the students, but he thought about tonight and laughed nonchalantly.
I defeated the Warcraft in a mountain village northwest of Wangdu and stayed overnight on a summer festival sight.
The next day, after a gentle walk around the store, we rode the old lady (Old Lady) northbound. Near the border, it is once again the exorcism of the Warcraft.
(I guess it has something to do with the world tree burning)
Heard from the Alliance leader of the Merchant Alliance, the backdrop to the battle between the Empire and the Elves.
An empire outnumbered the Elves in quality and set fire to the inner and world trees, he said.
(To avoid this, it was wartime international law)
It says, 'War is fought by combat experts against each other and not by non-combatants'.
(But the Elves shot the city north of the Empire with a spiritual cannon)
Rumor has it, there are no survivors.
An empire that felt anger and more fear than that. I guess he tried to erase both the state organization "Inside the Elves" and the spiritual cannon "World Tree" from the world.
"The emperor, who saw the power, immediately comes to lick his own shoes"
Maybe the Elves thought so. The reaction was the opposite.
(Oops, is it over)
River, a border with the northern countries. I was forming on the high hill in front of it, shooting Pessipesi and the arrow of light (magic missile), and at some point I knocked them off.
(Take a break)
As I boil my coffee in the cockpit of the old lady (Old Lady), I hear a massive bump from afar.
A knight and a great warcraft were fighting across the border as they connected their sights to the knight's eyes and hung their telescopes.
(Ooh, it's lightning)
Painted on the shoulder, the crest of 'Bee on an atrial flower'. Definitely.
By the way, it comes from the fact that the nectar of the Nicea cassia flower is a national fame. I've had souvenirs, too.
(strong as ever)
Bright black, handsome enemies similar to leopards. Flirt it even faster and poke at the steeple as accurately as the fencing.
If I get into Lightning's offensive range, I'll definitely die. You can't hit an arrow of light (a magic missile), and you can't touch that spike sword.
(Hey, I'm getting away with it)
Seeing my buddy get knocked down lightly, the other two dash toward me.
One was caught up in lightning, but the other reached the river at the border and jumped in.
Lightning that does not possess Ranged Attack magic and cannot be hovered over the water like an old lady (Old Lady). Just drop it off.
(cheering)
I already had the old lady put up a cane (rifle), and I aim and drop the trigger in my brain.
The large leopard-shaped warcraft, which stopped moving about in the river, continued to flow downstream.
"Long time no see, Mr. Lightning"
Let the old lady (Old Lady) descend in full hover from the hill and cross the river with momentum. Brake with your feet in alignment, like a ski parallel.
Put in external audio and hang up.
At the time the arrow of white light flew in, you must have found out it was me. Now he didn't look surprised, and as usual he was politely thanked.
"How is it, because of this, are you in town?"
The Nicea Cassian State has something to show us. I have plenty of time to spare, so I shall disturb you.
'There will be no more dangerous warcraft. Can you take me to town?'
I'll look back and tell you, Lightning's Class B. In the rear, a nostalgic C-class knight, a barrel doll (barrel doll), pulled the luggage and refrained.
With the remains of a few medium-sized warcraft on it, it must be the fruit of the day.
"He's a really good pilot, and he's very helpful"
With newly hired pilots after the Northern States Defense War. He says he is quite older than Lightning and has a lot of experience and can teach.
He seems to be from another country, but he's willing to lay down a place in the Nicea Cassia country.
(... Will these countryside be better off than cities like Wang Du when I get older too)
I tried to gently circle my thoughts, but I didn't get an answer. If that's not the time, maybe it's something you don't know.
We're going to the town of Nicea Cassia. It didn't take long, though, and it seemed to develop much more than before.
(It's built like a big market with a roof. And lots of people)
Most of them, merchants who visited from the margins. When I came forward, the locals should have just been walking sparsely.
Stop the knight at the entrance to the town and leave it to the guards to knock over the gate. Continue behind the very popular lightning, as always, to the King's Hall.
"We're out of time. We came so close that we stopped by."
A small, belly-up old man with eight shaped brows. Greeting only one minister in this country.
From the way you welcomed me with a smile, it doesn't seem any different. Looks good and above all.
Next, we finally head to what Lightning was saying about 'what I want to see'.
"That's it. It's a mushroom called a white lady, but it's big, isn't it?
Wooden bungalow, dojo-like building. In that garden, there were poisonous mushrooms growing in my garden too.
Unlike some of the vertical fists, the house is about two stories tall.
(I didn't think it was far-sighted, but I didn't know it was growing in this size)
Lacey umbrellas, that's exactly what a lady looks like.
I peek up the contents of my mushroom skirt from the outside of the tourists surrounding me and leak my exclamation as I gaze at my hives.
(Perhaps this must also be one of the 'magical places' that have emerged everywhere)
This is what the turtle-shaped Great Spirit Beast Zaratan said, swimming in a garden forest pond.
Lightning seems happy with the way I look with my mouth wide open.
"Some travelers stop by on purpose to see this. We've never had much to see before, so we're all delighted."
Certainly worth a look. Besides, it glows pale, so it would be a sawdust fantastic sight at night.
(But are you okay?
Surely the white lady (white lady) should be worth the same amount of gold coins piled at the same height as a precious magic material.
I don't know if things this big have the same drug effect, but the target will also show up.
And it's poisonous.
I don't have a problem with it for what I'm looking at, but if I scratch it, the juice stains out and if I touch it, I get a severe rash. If you bathe it from your head, it's definitely life-threatening.
Will the safety of the city's people and tourists be preserved?
"Don't worry about that. I have a guardian."
At the tip of Lightning's pointed hand, a giant beast nodding directly beneath a mushroom. There was a white pig about the size of a two-ton truck.
It is bad when the eye is cast upon it, and he who is closer than certain is staring down mightily.
"I'm a spiritual beast. You can't touch a white lady as long as she's around."
Today, it is the greatest surprise.
(Spirit Beast? Imosques and dangolows, and is it the same as Zaratan)
What comes to mind is a magpie butterfly five-year-old larvae, twenty centimetres long, and a dangoose, fifteen centimetres long. And a twenty centimeter turtle.
By comparison, it's much bigger.
(No, Imosuke anyway, Zaratan was really big)
There was only the great spiritual beast of long life, about two hundred meters.
Think of it, it's not weird. The image of the families playing in the garden forest would just have been too strong.
"I think the recent increase in Warcraft is also due to a spiritual forest freak. But I'm not even close to the city."
According to Lightning, although the white lady (White Lady) is attracted, the ill-eyed pig doesn't allow it.
Therefore, I am wondering if you are roaming the outer edge of the country.
"You can't go out into the woods."
For this reason, as every day, they say they go on crusades.
This lean country of land is thriving in forestry using the nicea casias surrounding it. Stuck in the city, you don't get food for life.
Also, if the streets were threatened, the merchants would leave because of it.
But it's not all bad.
Lightning to shrug shoulders and carry on words.
They say his defeated Warcraft drops have become a major deal these days. Many species were only in the Spirit Forest, and the rarity seems to make them expensive.
"Unmo!"
The roar of a sudden and resounding beast so as to block a bouncing conversation.
Looking around the surprise, the spectators are turning to the dojo. Probably emanated from it.
"Bugo!"
This is a poorly eyed pig. Standing up on four legs, I raise my ambition to challenge.
Big, boiling spectators looking around at me confused.
"Finally, did you wake up from your nap? I've been waiting."
"Today's effort, which do you think will win? I'm like a spiritual beast for a big hole."
Somehow, there are spiritual beasts fighting.
Interested, I glanced across the spectators with my toes, but was pulled sleeve by the lightning next door.
"Shall we go back?"
The expression is slight but shady.
I just took a breath trying to ask why, and I whispered, 'Better not touch'.
(... you should obey)
I guess Lightning has Lightning circumstances. Keeping a moderate distance is also important for dating, I think.
Feeling the need to change the subject, ask about 'Fly Grass Removal' while walking to the knight. When Lightning returned home, it was about the potted plant that Imoske and Dangolo gave him.
"I'm growing up fine in our garden right now"
They eat mosquitoes and little flies, so I say they're helping.
(Dangolow's aim is, 'Increase this and protect your country', but it's still going to take some time)
Lightning's, it could be after the children's generation.
(Still wouldn't mind)
That's just how the Imosques feel. Without this, the country would not be in the same situation as it would have died.
They eat about a small warcraft when it grows more than that, so I want it to be handled carefully so that there are no accidents.
"Then I'm sorry to bother you. I'll see you when I get the chance."
Get in the old lady and greet her from the cockpit. The children who came to see the knights are greatly appreciated because the guards are keeping them under control.
It was me and the old lady (Old Lady) who quietly followed the city to avoid any trouble around.